When I was 18 I got a job at the local Rugby club, mostly collecting empties and taking food and drink to tables. I didn't really have the experience to work behind the bar yet, but I'd occasionally get a few drinks if it was busy. When I wasn't walking round the room I hung out behind the bar so I got to know the bar staff fairly well. I got on best with Anne, a woman in her 40s who'd worked there for years. She was easy to talk to and seemed to have fun chatting with whoever came in, she was in good shape for a woman of her age, slim and generally well dressed and still got comments from the players.
I was just beginning to understand that I was fairly pretty, and as a teenage girl I also got a bit of banter occasionally in the rowdy atmosphere. My uniform was a thigh length black skirt and a white top, I usually wore black tights as well and kept my light brown hair in a pony tail.
The top was fairly tight though conservatively cut, and my C cup breasts only showed a hint of cleavage at the neck. I noticed a few players checking me out quietly sometimes but the banter was mostly in jest and Anne especially always stuck up for me. I was far too timid to talk to anyone I saw giving me the once over, besides almost everyone there was at least a few years older.
The Rugby team played on Sunday afternoons mostly and at first I never worked then as the club itself wasn't very busy. However after a few months the main bar man quit and it was decided that myself and Anne would be the skeleton crew running the bar after matches. We had to open up at half 3 and the game usually finished about quarter to. No one was really in the bar till the team got in after they'd showered and changed, the team then had a meal and started drinking. Anne would be mostly in charge and handle the bar, it would be my job to take orders and serve the food and collect empties.
That first week we had nothing to do until we heard the Rugby teams get back from their game. The changing rooms were in the other half of the oversized scout hut like building. After a few minutes of hearing them sing and shout Anne turned to me with a definite glint in her eye and said it was time to go take their food orders.
"Now?"
"Oh yes!" A big grin spread over her face.
Apparently the bar man had always got their order in the changing room, that way the meals might be ready when they were done.
"I don't think he was suggesting you and me carry on the tradition, but what the hell."
She enjoyed my surprise for a moment then asked, "you coming, then?"
I didn't know what to say but I couldn't help but follow as she set off through the door at the back of the bar that lead to the changing rooms. There were several of the younger players that had caught my eye, muscular men in their mid or late 20s. I'd watch them in the bar if they came in whilst I was there, drinking and laughing seemingly oblivious to how gorgeous they looked. They were nothing like the guys I knew at school or college, so confident and powerful. The idea of seeing their bodies naked was immediately intoxicating, though them also looking back at me was terrifying. Most of me wanted to stop but I moved as if on autopilot, I couldn't turn back.
As she reached the door to the home dressing room Anne turned to check I was there, and with a reassuring smile to me she confidently rapped on it. I realised I had no more time to try and get used to the idea.
"Food orders!" She called out, then after not waiting for a response she added with a wink at me, "coming in!" She reached back to grab my hand whilst pushing open the door.
Anne was through first and I was half dragged inside immediately afterwards. The first thing I was aware of was a heavy steam dampness in the air and the sense of men crowded everywhere. It wasn't a big room and there were benches and hooks on two walls, with a large arch on the third wall facing the door from which the steam was billowing. There was already a cacophony of conversations and shouting, and before I even began to properly look around I realised some of it was about us.
"Hey this is the men's!" I heard someone shout.
"Females on deck!" Someone else cried.
"Now, now, lads, calm down, we're just here to do our job." Said Anne with a bit of a laugh.
I realised that most of the men there were in some state of undress with lots of bare torsos being my main impression as I scanned the room, I didn't quite know where to look and stared at the floor a fair amount.
"How old is she?!" I heard someone shout, they sounded half actually annoyed rather than the joking like the others.
"Old enough." Said Anne, she walked towards one of the guys on a bench who was wearing a shirt and no trousers and who I knew was the captain.
I tried to see where the shout had come from, I couldn't tell but my eye was drawn to two guys in nothing but towels and a young player I'd previously admired in nothing but a pair of tight, tiny briefs. I tried to look quickly but then look back to the floor, it didn't seem like they were paying me much attention and as Anne chatted I stole a few more glances. The player in just his briefs seemed content to stand there talking, I couldn't help but look down to his groin and the bulge then back up across his chest to his face as he looked at his friend, he was breathtaking. I tried not to wonder too much if he was on his way to or back from the shower.
Suddenly Anne was at my shoulder. "Very nice." She said quite loudly, looking where I was looking. The guy I'd been watching, I thought discreetly, looked up and flashed us both a grin. I looked away quickly, mortified. Anne laughed.
"OK, I've spoken to Matt, he's fine with us coming in like this for the orders and doesn't think anyone will mind. Or, if they do, he'll keep them in line."
"So we're coming in every week?"
"Well, you are, it's your job after all. I mean, I might help you from time to time." She glanced over at another player walking by in nothing but a towel. "Or, you know, more often."
I must have still looked terrified as she gave me a pat on the back, then shouted over to Matt. "OK, we're ready."
Matt stood up on the bench. "OK, listen up, Anne and Lucy are here to take the food orders, they'll be doing it every week. I know you animals will probably enjoy it but go easy on them, they're just doing their jobs."
"Yeah, right!" Someone shouted.
Matt laughed. "Well, OK, maybe there is something in it for them, but it has to be done." There was a chorus of whistles and cheers. "Anyway, for now Anne will take orders in here, and, just so she can start gently, Lucy will get anyone who happens to be in the shower." At that Matt broke in to a wide grin and the cheering increased.
"I'm going back in!" Shouted someone to more general laughter.
I was flabbergasted and stared at Anne wanting the ground to swallow me up, it felt like everyone's eyes were on me.
"Don't say I don't do anything for you." Anne was laughing as much as the rest of them.
"I can't go over there", I started, "they're naked!" Ridiculously I whispered the last part.
"I hope so." Said Anne, glancing over. "It'd be a disappointment if they weren't after all this set up."
The cheering had died down, though I could see a fair few of the guys still watching me.
"You heading over to the showers then?"
I looked to where the voice had come from, the young player had walked a few steps over to me and was standing looking at me cockily, still just in his tiny pants. I managed to sort of mumble a non-committal noise and look back at the floor.
"Why, see her there, will you?" Anne grabbed his attention and was looking straight at him, unashamed.
"Maybe."
Anne's gaze very obviously roved all over his body which up close I could now see was toned all over. His underwear still bulged and a close cropped trail of hair lead a little way up his six pack, he remained in front of us as if waiting for something. I realised he was trying to act casual but that Anne's direct manner was affecting him a little bit, he didn't quite know how to continue but obviously had had some idea for coming over here. He sort of shuffled a little bit as if realising quite how on display for us he was.
"Well, you're a bit over dressed for the showers, aren't you?" Anne wasn't letting up and took a step nearer to him, nodding down to his pants as she went. I saw him follow her look down to his tightly packed groin.
"Erm, maybe." He definitely seemed not 100% comfortable now, Anne was still smiling at him and taking in his body as obviously as possible.
"Well, then." Said Anne expectantly, and still looking right in his eyes she motioned downwards with her hand. "Best take them off, eh?"
His two friends who were following the conversation laughed in the background, "you tell him!" One of them encouraged.
He now looked like he realised he was caught in a conversation he had no control over. "I don't think I really need one," he tried, not sounding too confident.
His friends booed in the background. "You should, you stink!"
"Oh, go on," Anne said more softly, she was stood right next to him now, almost whispering in his ear, "give us a thrill." I saw him glance over at me then back at Anne. He still seemed completely uncertain, but after a few moments I saw his hands move to his pants.
Anne smiled at him. "There's a good boy," she said stepping back to get a better view as he started to ease them down.
